Photo prompt © Ted Strutz
He was too scared to go to the police or confront the family of the boy he had accidentally knocked down.
Later he learnt that the dead boy was the only son of a colleague. He left the town.
Friends from the school were meeting in Icon Grill almost after a gap of twenty years. He was reluctant to come to the place from where he had run away.
As he entered the bar he saw a man quietly sitting in a corner. He was unnerved. Something in that man shook him.
‘He deserves to know how his son died,’ he said to himself but his courage again failed him.
A post for FridayFictioneers on a photo prompt
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